Status:
Step 1 of Major Revision: Check.
On to Step 2, much less stressful.
Meanwhile, random thoughts I had while attending a jazz concert (trumpet/piano duo) yesterday:
--Is it bad to fantasize about chopping the head off the Amazonian sitting in front of me, so I can see? Her neck level would be just about right.
--(craning around Amazonian) Wow, it's crazy what the pianist is doing with his hands when you can see them.
--These guys are good.
--I despise people who get all agro on other people. Amazonian actually got visibly angry at (a) the slight pump of someone's oxygen machine (head-turning, "what is that noise?") and (b) the 80+ old man humming along happily to himself under his breath. She SHUSHED him. I think if you're 80+ and you've made it to a concert, especially in a natty suit, you should be allowed to happily hum quietly to yourself, thank you. It wasn't bothering anyone else. Reasons to chop her head off: 2.
--Okay, they're good, but I do wish every once in a while they would play the actual melody. Just, you know, once through. I think perhaps I am not a true jazz person.
--Ooooh, there's a nice melody...no, gone now. I shall just sing in my head until they get back to it.
--My child is the youngest one here by FAR, and is extremely well-behaved. Yay.
--Hmm, perhaps it's actually healthier for Amazonian, who expresses her annoyance to everyone, than me, who seethes silently at her. Something to think about. I wish I was one of those people who don't even notice these things.
--*singing in head*
Usually I think of plot points, or daydream about my characters, during these concerts. Yesterday I was a little burnt out on all that, so this is what I got. :)
Also, last night I had a dream that George Balanchine (yes, I know he's dead) created a ballet just for me, all on skateboards. Hmmm.
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